Highjacked by the blog - a guest post by Raven McAllan

I have my good friend and honorary grandma to lil budda, Raven McAllan on my blog today and I tell you the lengths I have to go to, to get that woman to blog, you would not believe. Seriously, she can write up a storm, but does she blog enough...

She tells me she is turning over a new leaf. We'll see! For now I hand you over to the formidable Raven.

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 There I was minding my own business, procrastinating away‑as you do—playing on various sites —as you do, reading everybody's blogs—as you do and I was hijacked.

Yup hijacked by the blog. Held to ransom.

 Now I checked the date, it must be April 1^st, April fool's day and someone was going to jump out and say fooled ya? Right? No wrong it’s the second.

 So what's  all this about? And a ransom? What?  My collection (well my daughters) of Polly Pockets?  I wonder what happened to them? My Twinkly light heart DH gave me?  No chance.

My… no don't go there Raven, some things are best not bragged about even when…well…

Oh er oops… are you SURE you don't want Polly Pocket?

 Write 500 words on a subject guaranteed to interest readers?

 Er gulp and help.

And it was no use hammering on the blog page, shouting help. All I heard was tip tapping on typewriter keys, evil giggles, and a threat of no cuddles from your grandson until you've written something interesting.

Well, that stumped me. If D the D (you ask her where that comes from I'm not going to tell you, oh no, wouldn't dare!), anyway if she'd just said write 500 words I'd have hit the dictionary of slang. Mind you, it is pretty interesting—the words they used as everyday language that would get you banned from every stately home in Britain if you used them in polite company now are truly amazing. (er no I'm not writing them here, D the D remember? Use your imaginations.)

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see what I mean!

*raises eyebrows at Raven*

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So here I am, no wine, no chocolate, and worse, no grandson! Gah that woman is cruel.

Interesting (well please tell the lovely owner of this blogspot—yeah yeah crawling now, I admit it— they are) facts.

In the west of Scotland a midge can bite, badly, and 40,000 midges can land on an unprotected arm in an hour… there is a certain famous moisturizer that repels them. Oh the forestry workers do smell nice.

(Doris, am I interesting enough yet?)

Sigh

Haggis are thought to have two long and two short legs, enabling them to run up and down the mountains easier, therefore avoiding detection.

waits anxiously

Anne Boleyn was alleged to have an extra digit on one hand…

looks at small glass pane in door 

Ah a half smile, we're getting there.

Um… er … ( makes coffee, finds a biscuit,  checks emails FB, twitter and whether I have enough ice cubes for g and t later…I do.)

I have so much admiration  for people who can blog, write synopsis, pimp and blurb. I cry, eat more chocolate and beg for help. It is so hard to put everything you need, to persuade, intrigue and encourage someone to read your book over all the others.

I have some blurbs to share. As I've been hijacked and still no grandson cuddles, no chocolate, and no coffee… Huh this is bad, surely I'm allowed coffee and chocolate

sigh again 

evidently not until I give you some blurbs, so here goes…

From Taken Identity …

Gray Reynard was looking for his wife. What he found was a woman who took his breath away and kick-started his libido.

Jules was gobsmacked to see the gorgeous hunk on her doorstep looking for Julia Frayne. That's her name, but she'd remember marrying him. And she hadn't.

Together they must unravel the mystery. However, will the explosive chemistry between them also unravel their hearts?

Ohhh…one square of chocolate, so more more more…

From The Price To Pay…

Do a friend a favor? Easy. Persuade the woman she's your soul mate? Not so easy. Does this cougar romance stand a chance?

Raig was only doing a favor for a friend. Who'd have thought the mum he was "babysitting" would turn out to be the woman of his dreams?

Raig could see their future; Vairi could only see the age difference. He may say "you are only as old as the man you feel," but she couldn't do the forever he wanted. Too many obstacles stood in their way, especially when she finds out Raig has not been telling her the truth, even though she too has secrets she's not willing to share. Can they open up and put their doubts behind them to discover how satisfying a cougar romance can be?
 

Ohhh now I have coffee….chocolate…

From Almost Entente Cordiale…

A woman with two husbands—husbands who are lovers. Is this a relationship doomed to failure?

Only she can decide.

When Julien returns from France, he did not expect to find his lover ballock-deep inside a woman. Especially when that woman is his own wife!

Christianne knew Alastair had a lover, but she did not expect that lover to be the husband she thought was dead.

As a marriage of convenience turns passionate, can the three of them make their illicit relationship work?

Or will Christianne have to choose which husband to keep?
 

looks around… rattles door…

And a sneak preview… My first print, regency anthology is out on June 15^th…

Rogue Scandals

You'll recognize some of these names…

Beneath the prim and proper surface of the ton, intrigue and scandal was only a gossiping word away

For many men and women, the fear of ruin and worse accompanied them at all times.

 Some defied propriety, took hold of their happiness and hoped for the best.

Meet Ivo, Auberon, Ranulf and Ashley prepared to defy convention to win their ladies.

 But are Serena, Arabella, Hermione and Adriana prepared to let them have it all their own ways?

 Of course not. for their partnerships were as unconventional as the ladies themselves.

Compromising of  Wallflowers Don't Wilt, To Please A Lady and A Most Unusual Mistress. (the latter will be released as an ebook by itself in June also.

so was that interesting enough?

door is opening…grandson shuffles in on bottom. 

Well, he is only almost eight months old, he's allowed to bum shuffle

D the D is carrying… the rest of the chocolate, coffee and oohhh well er sorry gotta dash….

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Very good Raven, but you see what I have to put up with! As Raven has been such a good girl... yes I went there Raven... I have hunted down some inspirational pics for her.

She rather likes this young man, well, don't we all

 and as we all know how fond she is of my sexy Swede, Sven from Scandinavian Scandal...

 well, this is Eric from True Blood of course, but the delicious Alexander Skarsgard was of course my inspiration for Sven

*grins*

Now Raven tells me the woman enjoying all of his attention in this picture is her...

 Yeeeees, dream on, Raven!

Before I sign off, Raven is interviewing my Goldie from my just released Goldie and her Bears  on her Blog today, and she may call me D the D, but I tell you, she asks some tough questions! There is a giveaway too, so hop on over, you know you want to.

And... NO, he is too young for chocolate. I don't give a monkeys, if it's a grandma's prerogative....

An Interview with Gray Reynard from Taken Identity by Raven McAllan

Today I bring you an interview with Gray Reynard, who readers will meet in Raven McAllan's latest tale Taken Identity.

Here's the BLURB:

What do you do when a drop dead gorgeous man turns up on your doorstep, demanding his wife? Who, it seems has stolen your identity? Find out why of course.

When Gray Reynard turns up on Jules' doorstep expecting to find his estranged wife and finds her instead both are surprised. Especially as the air between them sizzles. But before they can do anything about that sizzle they need to find out what is going on. Or so they think.

But life doesn't always pan out as you want, and Jules and Gray have to decide whether to work together or walk away from what they are feeling.

Taken Identity releases today through Noble Romance

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On to the interview.

Wow, I knew he was handsome, but looking at him in person is something else entirely...

I shift on my chair, as Gray's full stare settles on me. Damn he is downright gorgeous and looks good enough to eat. Raven always snags the best heroes.

Concentrate, girl! Ask your questions! Stop drooling!

D. Gray, do you mind if I call you Gray?

*he smiles and I forget what I was about to say for a minute*

Oh my!

G Not at all, hello Doris

D. I understand you lost your wife at the beginning of the book?

G. (His Eyes narrow) More like she lost me… on purpose.

D. What went through your mind, when you first saw Jules and realized that she wasn't your errand wife?

G. Damn I wish she was.

D. Was there ever a point where you thought you wouldn't solve the mystery?

G. Not really, but it was bloody frustrating, in more ways than one at times. Jules is everything I ever want in a woman— present company excepted— and she was so snippy with me. Rightly so, I may add. I was somewhat, well her expression was 'up myself'.

D. What do you like most about Jules?

G. What don't I like? She's feisty, independent and damned sexy. Gives as good as she gets—and more.

(I silently swoon.)

D. Are you a man easily crossed?

G. Not at all, I wouldn't stay in business long if I was.

(He leans forward.)

That's why this whole business threw me. I was taken for a ride and was not at all happy.

D. Do you bear grudges?

G. YES.

D. Just yes?

G. Just yes. I'm a firm believer on revenge is a dish better eaten cold. Though I do believe I've mellowed since I met Jules. She says life is to short to hold grudges, I guess she's right but…

*nods*

(I sure wouldn't like to cross him in a bad way)

D.  What's your favourite …err…position?

G. (WEG)  Ask Jules.

There's a knock on the door and Jules pops her head round.

J. Did I hear my name? Hi I'm Jules.

 (shakes hands)

Ask me what?

D. Oops, er Your favorite position.

J. (She laughs.)  Well I quite like it when…

G. Don’t you dare.

They both laugh

(I clear my throat.)

D. What does your future hold?

G. Well if you read the end of our story, you'll find out.

D. Do you think you'll ever mislay Jules?

G. No chance, she's er almost chained to me.

 (There's that WEG again)

D. Before I let you get back to Jules, can you solve one mystery? What exactly do you do for a living?

G. Thank you for coming and goodbye.

J. Gray, play nice.

(The look he gives her could set the room on fire, smoldering is an understatement)

G. I always play nice.

(Jules goes the color of her hair, which is red by the way)

D. (guess that means he's not going to tell me) Anything else you'd like to add Gray?

G. Remember, it's not always wise to delve too deeply into things that don't concern you.  It can be dangerous, ask my ex wife. And non of it was her fault. Now, we've been lucky all of us, but it could have all turned out so differently.

D. Thank you so much for your time. It's been a pleasure interviewing you!

G. It was my pleasure, you're lovely to talk with. Now I'd better go and help Jules, she's got a deadline, so I'm holding the fort, so to speak.

(Kisses her on both cheeks)

*sighs to herself and watches that to die for butt walking away*

So there, you have it. Gray Reynard, businessman extraordinaire. Now go read the book and see exactly what Jules and he get up to. That woman has all the luck!

*grin*

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Raven is offering one lucky commenter the chance to win a PDF copy. All you have to do is leave a comment and follow Raven's Blog. Raven will announce the winner on her blog in a week's time.

I leave you with an excerpt

Excerpt:-

"Bedroom? Or, on the other hand, are you happy if I now start taking your clothes off, and make love to you on the rug? Because frankly, I’m holding on by a thread here, and it’s a very fine thread, and threatening to snap at any time." He stopped speaking suddenly. "Bloody hell, Jules, protection. Not expecting to need any, I only have one condom in my wallet. And that's been there so long, it's probably perished. Is there a chemist near here? Or a pub with a helpful machine in the loo? Or even a service station?"

Jules couldn’t help it. She giggled. That made her body move against his. The look of anguish on his face should not really make her chuckle, but knowing just how she could erase it, had her in stitches.

"Well the motorway services are only about 30 miles away," She gasped, in between laughs." And the co-op stays open until ten. But no need. I was a Girl Guide and I’m always prepared."

The kiss he gave her was heartfelt. And heart stopping. Jules returned it, felt their tongues meet and mesh, felt his hand following the contour of her body, mapping it for future use.

"Where?" He asked raggedly.

 "Bedroom, in drawer. Bathroom, in cabinet, kitchen, probably."

"Bedroom then, now. Please!" he moved both hands to her waist and helped her to stand. Without his support, Jules knew she'd fall. Her legs felt as if they belonged to someone else.

"Which way?" Gray’s voice was clipped, his tone urgent. As he followed her towards the door, she felt his erection, hard against her bottom. It was all she could do, not to turn round, take the initiative, and have him on the floor. Only the thought of not having a condom handy stopped her.

"Up the stairs, second left." Although she moved in the general direction of the stairs, she couldn’t resist moving backwards, just a bit, into his body, so his erection pressed more firmly against her body. It felt good!

"Cruel," He responded, as his body tightened even more. His arms went around her, anchoring her against him, as walking steadily stair wards; he brushed his hands gently over her breasts, as his mouth explored that sensitive area around the nape of her neck.

Right, Jules thought as coherently as she could. They needed to move. She had no intention of their first time together taking place on the stairs. Later maybe, but not this time.